Inside the high pavilion, the atmosphere was oppressive, and the void seemed to have solidified.
The misty smoke floated in midair, motionless.
The celestial instrument symbolizing the Three Talents also ceased to turn.
The flow of time seemed to slow down.
Only in the Pavilion Elder's eyes, the terrifying heavenly secret, the perilous causality, rolled like giant waves at the bottom of an abyss, ceaselessly surging.
After an unknown length of time, the atmosphere slightly eased.
The void began to flow again.
The smoke resumed its misty state, and the celestial instrument continued its rotation.
Everything was once again as usual.
The Pavilion Elder still bore the same weary and dazed look, as if he might suddenly doze off at any moment.
Yet, the ripples stirred by the heavenly secrets in his heart had still not calmed.
"Rebirth..."
"That person's...rebirth?"
The Pavilion Elder found it somewhat incredible.
